Prophet of Injustice

Lady Justice... I know who stole your eyes... They are the ones who stole mine too.
Let me tell you where they are, for the ones who offend me, offend you too....

Son-Inya the BlackShadow-Liar and Emm-Onia the BrownMud-Eater are harlots you must slaughter...
Shave them and stake them but waste little time on them for they could never possibly matter...
Do rip the skin off the Back from one who speaks with pride... Take your time carving up the tongue of this vain, stupid, beady-eyed boar...
Pray save the craven parasite for last and save the scalp off the one whose name means Crown, dearest sister...
Slowly slice the pounds off a glutton the way you would an overfed pig but leave all the carcasses for the under-taker...
Make the torment last for I wish so badly to hear their screams echo within these halls like a badly castrated troubadour......


Do not hate me for being crazy... rather blame yourself for creating a monster you can no longer control...